Karma 2 (Najwa Humaira)

Chapter 27: The Book? Hospital

Next day. All the family members were gathered, Abil was sitting cross-legged in the living room with his lips clamming and eyes closed. Last night the young man did not stop doing work for the sake of mutual safety.

Well, he let the family rest in peace. While the task continues to be done without interruption. One by one the family members went into the room that used to be the place where the talk of Abi Azzam, sometimes the grandfather. They sit in a circle because in the room prioritizes togetherness so that the middle area is called brown fur carpet.

"Najwa, help me get Ka Azzam's book in the third drawer!" abil's decree made the girl with the light blue tunic veil rise from her seat.

Girls who are obedient even though they have a high curiosity. The book was taken as described by the uncle, then given to a young man who was still reluctant to open his eyes. How do I read a book? Everyone looked at each other because they did not understand the purpose of Abil doing all that.

Suddenly a strong wind burst into the room. The creaking of the distracting window greeted the sound of giggling laughter. A voice that sounded far away, but its form was so close that it attempted to approach one of the humans it was targeting.

"Try touching your prey! I will not be a hindrance." said Abil so clearly and heard everyone who began to fidget feel the atmosphere turned cold until the feathers bristled with cold.

Laughter is approaching, but it is moving away. Instantly made Abil open his eyes, then look at the book in his lap. "Lingsir wengi, pitu dalan nyowo. Sek no ati nganti bali marang abdimu."

The book-opening mantra smoothly slid from the lips just like that. The young man opened the first page bearing the ruler's gemstone. A story that ends tragically for both realms. A book that tells the struggle of a young man in his time.

"De, that's Mas Azzam's handwritten book, right?" Bella ventured to ask, although her heart was still worried about the surrounding atmosphere.

The younger brother only nodded his head as his focus was still on the different colors of the title. Black mixed with red, parting lines and also a tinge of white color produced from flower extracts. Why would Ka Azzam do that? A simple question that immediately gets certainty.

Whatever his sister-in-law did there must be a certain purpose and purpose. I don't want to make any wrong conclusions. The opening of the second page, where a subtitle somewhat seizes curiosity. The owner of the body is no master. What does that mean? Every word that was said was read carefully and also lived.

Abil's busy studying the book of Azzam, inversely proportional to the activities carried out by the owner of the book. The man, two children, had just entered an international hospital treatment room. The look in his eyes was pushy, sad, weak, unable to say even though he wanted to express his longing and love for the abi.

A great man who is now lying sick with a body filled with medical equipment even has an oxygen hose to keep breathing. A child always needs the advice and reprimand of their father. Especially when life only gives one chance to live in love with each other. Of course, you have to make the best use of time.

Not wanting to reduce his sadness, Azzam also wanted to know what really happened. "Good, Sus." Honestly, he was confused because he suddenly got news of abi entering the hospital, while the reason for anfal was still a question mark.

The atmosphere of the hospital hallway was so shady that several patients, doctors, and other staff passed by to fulfill their respective responsibilities. The sisters who walked in front occasionally looked back, only to make sure Azzam did not miss.

The sixth room of the third hallway that the two had passed through. Glass door with a sign of Dr. Omar Solaiman's. The sister knocked on the glass door and said a greeting that was immediately answered by greeting from within and letting the two enter the room.

"Please sit! Sus, please check the patient aisle four and ask for the help of the nurse who is standing guard there" said Dr. Omar Solaiman kept the sister from lingering in her room. Not expelling, but this talk will be off track from the medical science that has been learned.

Azzam sat in the patient's chair, while Dr. Omar sits in the seat of pride that now gives social responsibility as a human being who gets the trust of the community. The two men looked at each other, faces that were both handsome. Although different age and also the origin of the country of birth. Face lines have something in common.

"Dok, why silence? What really happened to my Abi? Please explain!" Eyes hoping to get an answer soon. His heart could not bear to enjoy the suffering that befell his father.

During this time, Abi became a tough person and rarely even got sick. Once or two feet and even that is only because of fever caused by soybeans activity as a cleric. How can a child calm down when getting word of a great man who suddenly falls anfal.

Dr. Omar took out the medical records of his patients. Then thrust a light green map into front of Azzam. "You can speak Arabic and be fluent, so your reports can be easy to understand. Please check!"

The two men's chat did use Arabic, but for the convenience of the reader. So the othoor switched the language as it should.

The report is opened, then seriously studied. Just read some paragraphs but the heart immediately slapped on the reality that had been hidden by Abi. How can, a body that looks good, healthy and fit. Apparently suffering from a deadly disease. Why would Abi hide all that from her?

I could not feel her tears falling down both cheeks. The tightness in the chest swallowed the profound disappointment pill. Why in the moment he thought the family would be back together without anyone being apart. Exams come in the form of a secret. Moreover, according to medical recap results, Abi must be treated intensively.

"Sir, we don't intend to hide any of this from the patient's family. All this is on a mutually agreed agreement. Actually our intent and purpose ...," Dr. Omar tried to explain the situation that was wrong, but Azzam's hand stopped him.

The gaze of the eye can no longer hold the wound of the truth presented without warning. Not that he complains to divine destiny, but he is also an ordinary human being who can be disappointed, angry and hurt. What people make a covenant can be responsible for his duties as a son who neglects to carry out obligations towards parents.

"Prepare for a hospital transfer for Abi! I accept whatever the costs are, but don't forget that here I am the son of your patient." Obviously Azzam gave a decision when his head was still hot, making Dr. Omar took a deep breath.